08-19-2019, 03:07 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]As he heard his name called, Selby appeared quickly, towing a heavy bag of medical supplies behind him. "Wormwood," he said breathlessly, setting down his tote. The medic quickly assessed the situation. Though Sam and Beck were both very hurt, he quickly decided that Sam had to take priority.
"Set Sam back down, I can at least start on her here. Take Leroy into town and put him in one of the cots I set up earlier. Do you know where Beck lives? If you do, please take him to his house, I’ll take care of him there," he said in what he hoped was an authoritative and professional tone. He began unpacking supplies he knew he’d need: bandages, water, suture kits, and poultices. He ignored the sick feeling pooling in his stomach, ignored the confusion that accompanied atrocious acts. That wasn’t his job right now.
"Set Sam back down, I can at least start on her here. Take Leroy into town and put him in one of the cots I set up earlier. Do you know where Beck lives? If you do, please take him to his house, I’ll take care of him there," he said in what he hoped was an authoritative and professional tone. He began unpacking supplies he knew he’d need: bandages, water, suture kits, and poultices. He ignored the sick feeling pooling in his stomach, ignored the confusion that accompanied atrocious acts. That wasn’t his job right now.